The Power of Creation

creation

The power of creation
Is violent, vehement
Jars you from your sleep
Into the black night of discovery

Feed it
Let it feast on your innermost being
Until it is forcefully brought to life
With the sweet, sweet release
Of giving birth to the future

Nurture it, suckle it
Bathe it as it grows
Haunting your days
Delighting your nights
Until the offspring of your dreams
Are fully mature in their own right
And you may finally rest yourself
For the next creation inside you

@SpiritLed 2016

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Creation

butterfly

Creation,
The sincerest form of worship
What better praise than to follow
In the footsteps of the Creator?

Let creation flow through you
Fill you with its orange glow
Fire in the belly of your soul
New life from the spirit of creation’s first kiss
Sparking being and illuminating
The exact moment of aliveness

Be brave –
Build
Paint
Construct
Sew
Write
Birth
Solve the problems of the world
With just your divine creator’s touch

Flowing through
Becoming you
Out in the world
A creator

©SpiritLed 2016

Soul Ache

Mujer alada al borde de un risco

When your soul aches
for a life it has yet to see,
when your waking hours
are still dreams
of a future on the precipice,
when you give life to your imaginings
with just the light of your very eyes,
you know it is time,
time for your heart to take control,
open to the sureness of the unseen
move past the fear and take one step
off that crumbly ledge into darkness
unknown to eyes but not souls
falling, falling
caught in the wings of Love

©SpiritLed 2015

The Whole of You

Inside you there lies a new life
waiting to be born
a tiny, breathing creation
feeding on your life-blood,
absorbing your deepest desires,
becoming the whole of you

Let it out.
Let it breathe the squalid air,
taste the harshness of the world,
shine its beauty over the decay
of modern man,
let it be free in this world,
allow it to share its healing gifts,
created in the womb of your own soul

©SpiritLed 2015

Nothing

В глубине леса

Nothing comes
and when nothing comes
what is left?

There is the stillness that
fills the spaces in between thought
and action,
the spaces that spur
movement
or paralyze in fear

When nothing comes
you have no choice
but to go there

To seek rather
than be sought
to find the knowing
that is buried
in plain sight

To wear the crown of jewels
that is meant for only you,
to sit on the backwoods throne
of woven twigs
haloed with a canopy
of fallish falling leaves
crunching under bare feet
calling you home to the place
where trickling, holy water
lights the path,
to the place you seek
in your waking dreams,
to the golden light
of creation energy
and the stillness of the places
in between…

…to create something
from nothing

©SpiritLed

Prophecy

Star Nebula

In the dawning of time
man was no speck of dust,
not even a glimmer in Divine’s eye,
until life was breathed into light
and awareness into cellular dust,
fledgling gods dispatched to distant worlds
to wear foreign masks,
engage in sacrilegious battles
for wholeness and peace,
to conquer universes,
to love and give,
receive and forgive,
wage wars with self
and tear down walls of difference ,
fuel the sting of creation sorrow,
create that which is loved most,
send it soaring into freedom,
not knowing how or when it may return,
to fulfill the fate of immortal time

©SpiritLed